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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 13:07:56 GMT -8
Finally, something did come up. Facial recognition placed the woman in several cities in the last two weeks. Including Crullov. She was placed on train and speeder transit hubs, so it seemed like she had been busily siteseeng the beauties of Corulag. Analists under Nasley could pinpoint brutal murders of low, medium and high ranking criminals in every city she had been to, in that order. Many were grusomely tortured. Cases were never solved with lack of evidence.
-4- "No, not the notorious crime city. All major crime organisations. I counted six. Six should be enough."
Previous history? None. Zip, nada. She seemed to pop into existence as she stepped off the charter liner she came with from Zeltros. As she was asked about her support, she drew smoke from the cigarette and simply explained with two words.
-4- "The Company."
It was clear that she wouldnt say more on that, at least for now. She did however ease him with one more comment.
-4- "But I was drilled by imperial agents, if that eases your mind."
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 16:29:35 GMT -8
The desk gave a small ping as a priority message showed up across his small screen located on his desk. He deftly opened the message and quickly scanned a succinct report detailing that intelligence had acquired images and recordings of the twi-lek from across the city and his analysts assumptions that she was responsible for the deaths of several citizens of dubious reputation across the planet's population centers. He read enough and scowled at the twi-lek… a dangerous opponent was on the field, much more so now that she had
"Why does your 'company' need to sneak past the blockade? Clearly you are not in a legal profession. What are you trying to sneak in or sneak out of my planet? And as long as I am asking questions, do you have the name of the Imperial Agents who trained you? Answering my queries will go a long way to gaining my trust and securing passage of your allies."
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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 16:42:04 GMT -8
-4- "Spice from the mines of kessel. For you to take down the six crime families of Corulag, you will have to map their operations. I will sell them the spice, take the money to you and you will mark it. I will gain their trust with more shipments, and then finally buy products from them with the marked money. With time, your staff and me should have gathered enough information to track down distribution and customers. You crack down on them, both the distributors, family heads, and the end users. You become the hero, while the republic looses face."
The question about the drilling agents took her a bit off guard. She did her best to answer.
-4- "They were intelligence agents. We were mare recruits. It would have been a huge over site on their part to use their real names. Some may still be operational today, although I doubt it. Fourty percent of recruits fail the first two phases of training, twenty more by graduation. So, we were not given this information. Most of them wore hoods too."
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 18:19:55 GMT -8
Some officers he had known in the old days would have refused this offer outright due to honor or adherence to the letter of the law. However, circumstance had forced him to adopt practices that perhaps may have been looked down upon decades ago… The spirit of the empire would understand. His motives were sound, the ends justified the means. As soon as he was rid of the Republic he could turn the full might of a reclaimed Corulag against the spice runners. If they passed through on his good graces, it would be simple enough to turn against them after collecting their IDs and ship registries. He was resolved to do this, to rebuild and reclaim the spirit of the empire. The twi-leks plan was well thought out and reasonable to him… If at the off chance that she double crossed him, the burden to contain the upswing in crime would fall to the Republic, he would be able to turn it to his advantage albeit with more difficulty.
"I am loathe to passively poison the populace of the planet… I will not accept Glitterstim. My troopers will inspect at random your shipments in order to ensure that only Ryll enters the populace. If I am to lead this planet then these people are my responsibility." Said Talsey sternly. He would risk much, but not his honor or sense of duty. His rules could be bent, not broken. "I hope we have reached an accord Ms. Four. and that our plans mutually benefit one another as well in reality as they do in our plans." He paused in thought before finishing with "…Sounds like the Inquisitorious Four."
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 18:42:53 GMT -8
-4- "With all due respect, General, I wasnt finished."
She blew some smoke, and drank the ale to fight dry throat.
-4- "You havent asked the more appropriate question yet. If I sell spice, and give you the money, what do I get? When you are done you will have thousands, maybe even tens of thousands dangerous criminals and adicts on your hands. Lost causes in an orderly Society. But... give them to us. Give us one year, and we will analyse them, rehabilitate them, re-educate them. Those fit for work would be released back into the populace, those fit for soldiery would be yours do deal with, and those fit for secret policing work will be drilled and given back. By then you should have both the founds to pay for such a service, and the need for the bodies in your ranks. Holding a world is busy work. The loss of the strongest crime families will spawn new ones, and you will need the new recruits.
That, will cost you. That is our payment."
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 19:14:18 GMT -8
"Four… You are putting me in a very difficult position. You are asking me to compromise the order, stability and morals of the Empire so that my road to victory may be more evenly paved." The General leaned back in his chair casually. "I assume that when you say 'done' you refer to my eventual victory. I cannot trust you yet, you understand my reservations surely. You butchered and gruesomely killed despicable people, however the torture seemed… excessive…" He let that hang there for a moment before continuing. "I agree to your conditions Four as long as you allow random inspections by my officers in order to determine the potency of the spice and ensure no additives find their way to my people. You must understand Four, that I will not be king of a poisoned people. Are my conditions reasonable?"
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Post by Atia on Jul 21, 2014 19:24:55 GMT -8
-4- "Yes, as long as you choose the same inspectors. The less people know about this the better. We will have time to gain trust with each other. It will come."
She stood up and reached her half full glass towards the General.
-4- "A toast?"
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 21, 2014 19:55:21 GMT -8
Very well, he was not likely to get a better deal than this. General Talsey nodded curtly before rising from his seat, his left hand found the bottle of Tarisian ale he had left untouched. The general lifted his own bottle in a mirrored salute of the twi-leks. "Indeed, a toast to… What are we toasting Four? Are we toasting our partnership or the exploitation? Or perhaps a toast to fate that the ends may justify the means?" Said Talsey seriously, locking eyes with the twi-lek.
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Post by Atia on Jul 22, 2014 4:21:40 GMT -8
-4- "A toast to a fair deal struck. Our payment will be negotiated in more detail when we know our expenses. A man will come to you, when time is ripe. He takes care of the financial aspects of the company.
So, a Toast to partnership."
She toasted, the clinging of glass deciding the fate of Corulag.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 22, 2014 11:24:31 GMT -8
GENERAL TALSEY'S OFFICE
A shrill beeping brough Nase Talsey out of his memories and back to reality. He had lost himself gazing into a holomap of the known galaxy, it was a sort of meditation of his to look at the little pinpricks of stars and planets. He had been lost in the memory of his first meeting with the mysterious twi-lek who had called herself Four. He found himself thinking about the twi-lek and her mysterious benefactors more and more as of late. It had been over a standard month ago that they had solidified their arrangement and he had since to hear back, though the weapons shipment had been delivered and distributed by her. What men he could spare were ordered to try to dig up any and all information on her and her organization. Results had been discouraging, and it was disconcerting that someone so illusive was now entering the field of play.
The beeping continued until he waved his hand through the holographic display. It was a big day. Locking his terminal, he retreated back to his personal chambers where his aides had laid out his best dress uniform. It was an important day and the last two weeks had been spent in preparation for the arrival of the holo and pop star Emi-Lee Wareno. The Imperial general mused that everything was proceeding according to his designs… The Republic government had requested her arrival no doubt as a propaganda device to assuage Corulag's people and entertain them with a Coruscanti star. It reminded the general of the empires of old who would host festivals for months in which the citizenry would forget their troubles and their leaders inequities in an orgy of entertainment and alcohol.
Talsey stripped out of his normal uniform, pulling his undershirt over his head revealed the dull metal of prosthetic limbs. They were a reminder of the glory days, real combat, real victories in the halcyon days. Striding across the hardwood floor, he felt the cold touch of tile as he entered his shower. It was luxurious by military standards using real steaming freshwater instead of the sonic showers found in the common man's barracks. Sonic showers were faster and more efficient, using super sonic vibrations to literally blast dirt and grime from ones skin, yet there was something therapeutic about the flow of real water on human skin. His mind drifted back to the twi-lek.
CURAMELLE VICTORY LANDING STRIP
The Victory Landing Strip was the largest in Curamelle, easily able to accommodate such large starships as the incoming luxury liner. It's name was a tribute to the Victory Class Star Destroyers one of the Galactic Empire's largest warships that retained planet landing capabilities. The aforementioned vessels as well as the smaller Acclamator Class Cruisers would land annually to great fanfare to receive the Corulag Academies new graduates and transport them to their postings across the empire. It had been many long years since such excitement and energy surrounded the Landing Strip. Crowds had gathered along the barricades that kept them from spilling onto the reinforced duracrete surface and the anticipation that washed over the crowd was almost palpable. There was a great roar as the loudspeakers boomed out that Emi-Lee Wareno's ship had begun it's descent. Fans of all ages and species had poured from their dwellings in the city, leaving work, school and their monotonous lives in order to catch a glimpse of Coruscant's starlet.
Republic Security Officers manned the barricades while Ultra-light Assault Vehicles raced up and down the surrounding streets and across the duracrete landing strip. Planetary Security forces were on high alert, and while the security might seem oppressive, Prime Minister Shortle was determined not to be embarrassed or have his honored guest frightened away before she could dazzle the people and perhaps awe them into cooperation with the Republic.
The crowd gave another ear splitting shriek of excitement that made Talsey cringe. They had just caught sight of the luxury liner breaking through the clouds on it's final ponderous approach. Talsey's cybernetic eyes could see the fleeting shapes of escort fighters breaking off and returning to high orbit. Imperial General Nase Talsey was decked out in his finest dress uniform, a dark green officer's uniform, sleek cut with his rank plaques shining brightly in red and blue squares. He was accompanied by fellow Imperial officers Major General Cornelius Krieger, Commander Julius Tau and Headmaster of the Corulag Academy Raz Bailey. The small imperial entourage had been relegated to the far end of the large executive platform that was erected several dozen meters from where the Liner was going to land. The Selkath Prime Minister Shortle, Republic Minister of Economics Gerard Ford, and many other of Corulag's major pro-republic politicians and important citizens.
"Is everything in place Commander?" Whispered Talsey. It was a mistake to place him and his comrades so far away from the politicians and republic officers who suspected them of conspiracy. No attention was placed upon them and the roar of the crowds would drown out their whispered voices perfectly, allowing them to talk honestly with one another.
Commander Cornelius Krieger was an imposing specimen of a man. He was shorter than Talsey, but his chest was broader, his arms and legs bigger. His blond hair was cut in military cadet style, honoring his past as a young man who enlisted as a private and had fought his way to Commander with no family connections or politics assisting him. In their scheme he was responsible for the development and training of elite units and operatives and in extension, overseeing and directing the "Sons of the Empire." The Sons of the Empire was a covertly funded and organized part of radical pro-imperial youths and disillusioned citizens who called for the restoration of Imperial control of the planet and secession from the Republic. "Yes sir, everything is in place, the party crashers are standing by."
Talsey nodded appreciatively, it would be a good day…
The Luxury Liner landed and he easterly awaited the arrival of Emi-Lee Wareno.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 23, 2014 1:52:53 GMT -8
Emi-Lee marched through the corridors towards the main boarding ramp as the ship descended. Through strategically placed viewports, she was able to see that the ship was mere moments away from touching down, and the ramp would open. Beyond the landing zone, she could see an uncountable throng of people, all trying to get as close as possible to the landing site of the Painted Dreamer, and she was stunned. Not for the first time, she wondered why practically a whole planet would come out for someone whose greatest accomplishments were stellar performances in acting and singing. "Oh anyone can act and sing, my dear." Edworth Winningham would say, "But those who can touch the hearts of billions, trillions, now those are rare indeed. Those who make people feel their lives are worth living. We make holovids not just to entertain people, Emi-Lee. But we send out hope, joy, love, happiness! We inspire people. It's a profession that's as important as a Jedi, or a politician!"
The young woman sighed, and continued her trek through the corridors and slammed right into a blurry figure of limbs, muscles, and a very hard head. "OW!"
"Oh, wow, I'm so sorry!" The decidedly young male voice said. Looking past the many stars popping into her field of vision, Emi-Lee noticed a man, probably around her own age, if not a little older, and he was already on his feet. Considering that he was the one running, and she had been walking, it made sense that she took the brunt of the impact. She was only glad Edworth wasn't here, or he'd not stop fussing over her, and he would have the man's hide for hurting her. "I'm so sorry, Miss Wareno! I was in such a hurry, and I didn't see where I was going."
Emi-Lee clutched her temples with one hand, where she'd knocked into the hardest part of him, whilst accepting his offered hand to help her to her feet. "It's all right..." she said slowly, "...still fit as fiddle."
She managed a small smile, then added, "But next time, would you mind terribly if I suggest for you to wear sirens, please?"
The young man laughed, and Emi-Lee giggled with him. "Yeah, maybe I will. Sorry again, Miss Wareno."
"Emi-Lee, please." She said with a smile, "Formality is so...formal."
"Oh, okay Miss...uh...Emi-Lee." He grinned, and she found him easy to like.
"So where were you going in such a hurry?" She asked.
"Right, I was actually looking for you!" He took out a small datapad and handed it to her. "That's the itenary for today, as well as the access and details for the hotel you'd be staying at."
"Oh dear..." Emi-Lee said as she tilted her lips to one side, "...and here I was hoping I'd be able to get settled in first."
"Not to worry, I'll be here to help out while Mr. Winningham is away getting everything else taken care of."
"Oh really now?" She said with a smile, "Then you'd better tell me your name, mister...?"
"Dene. Abbet Dene, at your service." He introduced himself, "You can just all me Abe."
"A pleasure, Abe." Emi-Lee said, and then frowned, "Have we met before? You suddenly seem familiar."
"A few times." Abbet said, "We bumped - not literally like just now - at several events. I'm attached to the crew with Miss Odem Ande."
"Ah, right. That must have been it. Well, it's nice to finally know you by name, Abe." Emi-Lee smiled again.
"The pleasure's all mine." Abbet bowed low, almost formally, and then straightened up, all frantic agian, "Oh no, I have to get your dress for the concert, and pack your harp! I'll see you later!"
With that, the man blasted past Emi-Lee like a rocket, almost dragging the actress along in the backwash of his passage. She laughed to herself at how frantic he seemed. It was nice talking to someone who wasn't overexcited to be talking to her, although his excitement was focussed on other things. She just about reached the boarding ramp, and the ship was in its final stages of landing when she heard a chorus of whistles and warbles. Emi-Lee grinned broadly as a psychadelic R2-series astromech droid wheeled around from the opposite end of the corridor, coming towards her.
"Wobbler!" Emi-Lee cried excitedly, "They brought you along after all! Does that mean Jaysun and his band aren't going to be with me for tonight?"
The rainbow-hued droid rotated its dome head left and right, indicating a negative, before replying with excited whistles, which Emi-Lee seemed to understand, "Oh that's even better." She knelt down and hugged the droid. "I'm so glad you're here, Wobbler. Don't tell Ed, but I'm really nervous right now."
Wobbler made a raspberry sound, followed by a reprimanding yet encouraging hoot.
"I know, I know..." Emi-Lee said dejectedly, "...the show must go on. You're spending too much time with Ed lately, I think." She touched the tip of the uppersection of the droid's single photoreceptor, "But you're right. Would you do me a favour anyway?"
The droid straightened up as best as it could on its two primary motion actuators, looking proud somehow, and it warbled an affirmative, and then inquired what was the favour.
"Walk with me. I don't want to be alone when I go out."
Wobbler whistled happily, and even managed a formal bow, making the girl laugh, and she bent down to kiss the top of the droid's dome, "You're the best, Wobbler."
The ship descended, and before the dust had settled, the boarding ramp opened, and several of Emi-Lee's entourage met the actress at the ramp, along with some crew members, who were to act partially as bodyguards, curtesy of Captain Yenara, who normally catered to celebrities, so bodyguards were often necessary.
"Ard, Bors, Corli, Dether, Egrett." Emi-Lee politely greeted the five burly men she'd come to know by name personally during her travel on the Painted Dreamer.
"We'll be right behind you." Bors said. They were sporting blasters and stun batons on their person. It seemed a bit extreme, but Captain Yenara was taking Admiral Greel's warning seriously, and not taking any chances. If anything happened to Emi-Lee here, it would cause a fairly big uproar back on Corellia and Coruscant. She was well known enough to incite massive investigations into whatever transpired if her demise occured.
"Thank you. Come, Wobbler, let's meet the people." Feeling a little less afraid with the company of the droid loyally following beside her, Emi-Lee marched out to the nearly deafening roar of sheer excitement from the public and the citizens of Corulag that had come out to meet her in person. It was an overwhelming sensation, to know that she was the reason for all this energy and near hysteria just by being there. It reminded her of the first time she'd been exposed to a crowd like this, when she was only twelve-years old, and having concluded the first holovid film of The Hapless Jedi and the Consular's Stone. She'd arrived with her two co-stars, Dalien Raflic and Ruschel Ghot. It was terrifying. And until today, this kind of treatment still frightened the actress, and she wished that her entourage, the whole lot of them, and Captain Yenara's entire crew would surround her.
But she recalled Edworth Winningham's sage advice to her to never let the public know about her having problems or fears. They look to her, even as a mere person, to be impervious to life's troubles. If they thought she was as insecure as they were, or so weighed down by fear and uncertainties, than what hope did they have left? They came out here for hope, for happiness, for something...magical. It seemed arrogant and lofty to believe that she was giving them such an experience, but as Edworth often said, "It's not that you need to give it to them, but to let them believe that they are getting that by seeing you, and that you see them."
Encouraged by the memories of this advice, she began to smile, and looked right at the crowds. Yes, she was seeing them, and the crowds cried just a little bit louder. She waved at them, and began to smile genuinely, blowing kisses, turned to the other side, waved at more crowds and smiled even more. It wasn't just for them, she concluded. She needed to believe she was doing something good, and that it wasn't just a justification, but a truth, and that made it possible for her to feel better.
Behind her, the entourage and the crew members disembarked, following Emi-Lee at a distance, with only Wobbler staying right by the girl's side.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 23, 2014 5:24:10 GMT -8
"Did I not tell you Gerard? Look at how the people respond. Their energy is absolutely positive. If we could keep her around through the next election…" The Selkath Prime Minister mused over the idea as the celebrities disembarked. He rose from his comfortable chair and with him so did the other dignitaries, ready to greet the woman whom they hoped would bring peace and faith back to the Republic, at least enough that they could reclaim the streets and push the secessionists out… Not one to forgo ceremony or appearances Shortle projected the image of wealth and security as the new arrivals would no doubt notice the lavishly decorated executive platform or the rich robes and clothes the dignitaries wore. Shortle was a capable politician and his re-elections were almost owed more to the image he projected of himself and his cabinet than the work they actually managed to achieve. Clad and surrounded in finery the upper echelons of Corulag's pro-republic government and military could almost forget the trouble brewing right beneath the surface. General Talsey rose alongside his fellow Imperial officers. they were almost imperceptibly more tense as they stood to receive the celebrities, they stood just a little straighter, their eyes just a bit more aware. The Republicans had no idea that the young woman they had invited to Corulag, their propaganda piece, was soon going to become an unwitting pawn in the Imperial's machinations. Rather than distract the public, the events around her would bring more attention to the decrepit Republic.
Commander Tau had shifted to the edge of the platform, standing precariously along it's edge...
The Prime Minister was the first to speak to Emi-Lee and the other performers who had arrived. "Welcome to Corulag, honored guests. I am Prime minister Shortle, Corulag thanks you for agreeing to grace us with your presence and your music. It has been some time since our people have had such excitement in their lives. Your mere arrival has electrified the air around us." He gurgled, his Selkath vocal cords more suited to communication beneath the waves of Manaan.
On the opposite of the landing strips there was a disturbance… Republic Security had noted that a large march of citizenry holding Imperial banners were making their way down the thoroughfare towards the landing strip. Security officers guarding the barricades detached themselves and headed towards the street. Officers in riot gear had been dispatched in order to keep the Sons of the Empire marchers orderly. It was almost to the detriment of the Republic that they believed so fully in the ideas of free speech and representation. Instead of dispersing the crowd quickly they would allow them to be caught on holocam, giving fuel and publicity to their demonstration. Talsey himself had often times shrugged in such situations where the Republic shot themselves as he was willing to take advantage of every opportunity his opponents would give him. The protestors would not reach the landing strip for some time though their distraction drew security away from the Prime Minister.
Shortle gestured behind him to tables filled with variety of drink and food that his entourage was actively taking part in between waves, smiles and words of praise to Emi-Lee and her tour. "Mistress, we would be honored if you and your other accomplished performers would join us for refreshment and tell us all about yourselves. There are many important people here who would like to meet you and your companions, for example the Human with a red beard, one of my cabinet, he is too old to have followed your music, but I hear he would become the best father in the world to his little girls if he could ask you a few questions and leave with a holoprint."
A female twi-lek brushed past Talsey, she was a waiter, carrying a platter of food and drink around the platform. Talsey's eyes narrowed, that yellow skinned twi-lek, that was her… Four's operative… An integral part of his plan. He would have to keep a close eye on her. As she slowly approached Emi-Lee, Talsey detached himself from the Imperials and slowly but determindely made his way to the holostar.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 23, 2014 6:22:53 GMT -8
Emi-Lee observed the higher-ups that appeared to be the dignitaries of this planet as she drew nearer to them. She saw how the Republic politicians went out of their way to portray wealth and prosperity with rechly decorated tabels and chairs, and very lofty colours on their clothing, but she looked past this, past them. The people and their conditions would tell her a more honest tale of what's going on here. She studied the locals, beyond reach of her, and how they looked. They spoke to her more honestly and she liked that.
When the Selkath prime minister, Shortle spoke, Emi-Lee listened intently, and plastered on a smile, even though she felt tired and drained already. She was privately amused by the suggestion that her arriveal had electrified the air, and bowed her head respectfully. "Thank you, Minister Shortle. My friends and I appreciate the provided refreshments." She turned to look at the bodyguards and the entourage, nodding at them, giving her leave, though she herself made no move towards the food tables. In all honesty, her stomach was feeling far too twisted up in knots to be able to hold anything down for long.
She nodded when Shortle suggested she give a holoprint for one of his cabinet members. "I'll be happy to answer some questions and make a holoprint." She said.
Eni-Lee felt a distubance in the Force, and with a sense of foreboding, slowly turned around in mid-converasation, something was wrong. She saw a twi'lek woman, and an Imeperial officer approaching her.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 23, 2014 7:26:20 GMT -8
Talsey's long strides were able to allow him to overtake the twi-lek. He put a hand on her shoulder and she instinctively shied away from the touch, her movements and concentration in keeping the tray balanced revealed her skill. Now there was no doubt. The General's eyes crinkled and he curled his lips up in a genuine smile. "Sorry my dear, I didn't mean to startle you." She mumbled something and then tried to turn away. Talsey stopped her again. "Allow me." He said as he reached up to remove the remaining four glasses of champagne from her serving tray, denying her reason to continue to approach Emi-Lee. "Looks like I took the last of the drinks, best go fetch some more." And with another amicable smile, the General moved past her and approached Prime Minister Shortle and Emi-Lee while the Twi-lek burned holes in the back of his head with her scowl. She retreated back to claim another serving tray for the moment occupied, it was far too early for drama to ensue, Talsey wasn't even in position yet.
"Prime Minister Shortle, Minister Ford." The sound of the General's voice caused Ford to scowl visibly and Shortle to wave him over, much to Ford's disgust. While Talsey and his Imperial ilk were able to publicly maintain positive relations with the Prime Minister through such initiatives as the Corulag Academy's class size amendment, there were many in the government who had begun to suspect that Talsey and his affiliates such as General Lorde and Commander Tau were instigating the civil unrest, feeding the people imperial propaganda and slandering the Republic. For now it was all suspicion and as the holocams recorded every moment, they had to keep up appearances. The four drinks were easily held in Talsey's large hands and he offered one to the Shortle and Ford respectively. "And who is this beautiful young lady?" He asked feigning ignorance, looking the girl up and down appeasingly.
"This is ms. Emi-Lee Wareno, the holostar and Corulag's guest of honor. Ms. Emilee, this is General Nase Talsey of the Imperial Army. After they lost the war a document was signed that allowed native Corulag imperial soldiers to remain in their units to defend their home world." Said Shortle as he accepted the champagne. Ford was still looking at his glass with mistrust as if he suspected it had been poisoned. Talsey stood amongst them, a powerful figure, back straight, broad shouldered and immaculate dressed in his olive green army uniform. His short blonde hair was almost covered by the small officer cap.
"My dear, I must apologize for my ignorance. I assure you had I known, I would not have been so ungallant. Please, it just so happens that I have two glasses of champagne left and it behooves me to only drink one. Do you mind joining us old timers in a sip of champagne?" Asked Talsey. He looked upon her with a kind face, his smiles lines were well defined as well as the crows feet around his eyes that indicated he smiled often. Even his eyes sparkled blue as he looked at her, the work of his cybernetic implants. He extended his left hand to offer her the glass and winked, hoping to convey the message that he had feigned ignorance.
There was a small disturbance from several meters away as Command Tau fell off the raised platform, he landed lightly just a few feet bellow. His voice bellowed with anger, cursing Raz Bailey, the headmaster of the Corulag Academy for jostling off the platform. The signal had been given...
3 blocks away came the almost inaudible whine of swoop bikes.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 24, 2014 3:08:10 GMT -8
Emi-Lee lowered her head after spotting the Twi'Lek serving lady, and then an impressive-looking uniformed man. Her hand went over to the reassuring dome of the the very colourful R2-series astromech droid known as Wobbler. The droid beeped and whistled inquisitively, sensing that Emi-Lee was nervous, by the manner in which she'd placed slightly increased pressure over the droid's head with her palm. It meant she needed reassurance, and ever since their approach to the planet, everyone had begun to sense the girl's unease. As for the uniformed man, he was not long to stand from afar, as Emi-Lee suspected that he wouldn't. She didn't need the Force to tell her that he was the source of much of her discomfort, though it was not for anything external that she could see. Rather, just a dark feeling that grew within her, and it filled her with anxiety that made her stomach knot up even more than it already was. Still, for all her internal conflict, she maintained an air of obliviousness, and smiled for all to see, like she was pleased as punch to be here.
Much of her personal attendants, entourage and Captain Yenara's crew were filling the space all around her. When Prime Minister Shortle waved the friendly Imperial over (for surely in that uniform, he had to be Imperial) and made introductions while he handed out champagne, she studied him under the pretense of innocent curiousity. He seemed most likable on the exterior, but a quick glance at Minister Ford's mood-dampening scowl, and then her own inner instincts recoiling as he drew closer to her said otherwise. There was something about him that she couldn't quite place, and her rather limited talent in the Force prevented her from being able to glean much more other than that Admiral Greel was rather accurate about what he said about things not being what they seemed. Still, for the moment, he seemed friendly enough towards her, and she saw no point in poking a sleeping dragon in the nose, and thus, she smiled politely, graciously accepted the offered champagne with a, "Why, I wouldn't mind at all. Thank you, General Talsey."
Not long after that short exchange did she hear a small commotion as someone fell off a platform and began shouting angrily at another person. Emi-Lee frowned, somehow feeling the incident was not a chance occurrence, and she turned to look questioningly at Prime Minister Shortle and General Nase Talsey. She had the feeling one of the two knew more about this, and her senses warned her of something imminent, but what exactly she didn't know. Beside her, Wobbler warbled worriedly.
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Nase Talsey
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 24, 2014 6:13:33 GMT -8
"Wonderful." With a quick concerned glance back towards his comrades he handed the woman the glass of champagne. Talsey raised his glass and nodded respectively to Emi-Lee, then Shortle, but he stopped when hies eyes fell on Ford. The smile faded only slightly at the Minister's suspicion of the champagne. "Don't be such a prude Ford, take a sip and help us celebrate Ms. Emi-Lee's arrival." The General worked to maintain his charade, to look uninterested in Commander Tau's tumble off the stage. By now he had become quite the actor and he remained as visibly relaxed and unsuspecting as anyone.
Ford was about to retort when a loud crash and the whine of engines caused him to tense and look around wildly. He was not the only one to be taken off-guard by the loud noises, the crowd had gone silent and the hum of conversation across the executive platform now turned into hushed and worried murmurings. Shortle was promptly flanked by two Republic officers while Talseys' hand reached instinctively to his side arm. His metal fingers had just begun curling around the stock of his pistol when Ford bellowed "It was him, stop him." And pointed toward Talsey. As Shortle was being hustled away, with Ford triumphantly smiling at Talsey, two more officers approached, their blasters drawn. "Do not attempt to draw your weapon General."
Talsey put on a mask of irritation and confusion as he reluctantly raised his hands palms up. "Sorry gentlemen, nervous habit." He glanced around and on the edge of the platform he saw the blur of swoop bikes. Everything was going according to plan… Tau's fall had been the signal for the Sons of the Empire's swoop gang to race towards the barricades. Most swoops had a limited jump feature and when traveling fast enough, the swoop gang was able to jump over the crowds and over the barricades, touching down on the inside of the landing platform. They whooped as they screamed past republic security. They rode toward the executive platform waving flags with the Imperia emblem and tossing smoke grenades. The dignitaries upon the platform panicked and al hell broke loose.
Satisfied, Talsey turned his attention back to the situation at hand… He had to find the Twi-lek… His cybernetic eyes quickly picked her out, pushing her way through the crowd towards them. The general took a deliberate step in front of Emi-Lee while the officers still had guns trained on him. As the Twi-lek threw aside a portly merchant and stepped into an opening in the crowd about 4 meters away he saw her weapon. "Guards, the Twi-lek." He shouted as he he stepped back and broadened his shoulders, attempting to more adequately cover the holostar with his bulk. "You should leave miss." Talsey said quietly, hoping she could hear him. Minister Ford was already long gone and in the chaos it seemed unlikely that anyone would notice them at the mercy of an assassin.
The officers saw the weapon and momentarily forgetting about Talsey, they stepped forward. The left most officer commanded her to halt and drop her weapon. Talsey thought that a pitiful course of action. The Republic should learn to shoot first which was a lesson not lost on the twi-lek, who, without hesitation pumped two bolts into each officer before they had time to react. With groans they stumbled backwards and sprawled on the platform. The twi-lek woman's cold eyes found Emi-Lee's and she advanced forward, her gun leveled at Talsey. "Move aside General, you aren't the target today." She tried to flank him, to step around him to shoot the girl, but one stepped by the General brought his body into her way.
The tw-lek woman smiled. "I warned you." A blaster bolt streaked out from her hold-out pistol and slammed into General Talsey's gut. He yelled with pain before crumpling down to his knees. He was on both knees, bent over, trying to push himself up with his arms. thick red blood dripped to the platform floor as acrid black smoke poured from the charred hole in his suit. The twi-lek assuming him down, stalked forward, closer, closer...
As she came close to walking past him, with a roar the general pushed himself off the ground with his right hand, while his left flew across his chest in a back hand that sent the woman's pistol skidding across the ground to be lost amongst the throng. He leapt up to his full height, his right hand shooting out to clamp around her throat. The assassin gurgled as fear leapt into her eyes. She felt an inhumanly powerful grip crush her trachea. Her right hand felt broken from the impact of the man's backhand, she fumbled for her vibroblade...
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 24, 2014 10:42:32 GMT -8
The speeder was driven by a droid. Very few Banshees knew how to drive, and 4 was not one of them. It is not very smart to give slaves the ability to escape on speeders. That sentiment is still in work today at the Crucible. So, speeder, in it a droid, but the speeder was silent, dormant. Only its headlights were lit, couple hours off into the darker sides of the planet, from Curamelle. A large clearing, well lit. 4 was lenaing towards the speeders side, in all her tophat, khaki suit, umbrella wearing twilek glory. Even her collar, it was there, proudly on her neck. See, she was waiting for a special delivery.
There has come two since the meeting in Tasleys office. Actually five, but those were 3 tiny loosers to get two bankbusts. First was sent out to test the republic customs patrols. It was captured and a small amount of spice was taken in custody. Then came two pairs. one to be taken and give small wins to the Republic way of handling customs and orbital patrols, but the real ones slipped past undetected. All kinds of spice from the Mines of Kessel, all but Glitterstim. The spice was distributed to the great families of crime, and a portion of the money was given to Tasley to recirculate it amongst the criminals. An other part went on long jurneys through banks to finally find their way home to Juvex. This was not exactly a part of the agreement, but Tasley shouldnt be the wiser. They syphoned only agent percentage, 15.
But this? This shipment was huge. With most of the orbital patrols overlooking the arrival of some entertainment celebrity, they could more easily get the merchandice down to the planet in a large quantity. That was not what she needed though, she had already gotten the signal about the ship being through customs. She was told, and if she is told that makes it pretty scertian, that Mr Bateman would come with this ride. One of the Batemans at least.
So, she packed up a nice luxurious car, with its own driver droid, and wated for bateman. She had told the crime lords to come a hour after the drugs arrive, so Bateman would be far away from that scum. Soon enough, a Wayfarer-class landed in front of her with most of its onboard instruments shut off and some kind of scrambling device so ground control wouldnt pick it up. Smooth smugglers. She liked them. They brought the last shipment too. The ramp door opened, and there he was, Mr Bateman in all his glory. Black suit pants, white well ironed shirt, black-gray striped west, bow-tie and his creepy long fingers.
4 Had just concluded an other business, a favour she had done for Tasley. Getting an assasin who was not very good. She was watching the datapad futage of an assasination attempt on this singer girl that arrived in the capital. Seemed to be intense, the Holo-news was sending futage live from the scene, but the journalists were in bad position to see anything of worth. She just waited for either her assasin, Tasley, or the celebrity to die. That was when the ship landed, and the ramp lowered.
Bateman walked down with the unsure steps of an old man he was supposed to be. Old crackling joints, one hand spasming now and then, artrithic hands. He was looking like 60, closing on 70 but was actually not older then 7. None the less, his brain knew more then a thousand sentient lifetimes could accumulate. As soon as he walked down the ramp, 4 being a good slave, opened the passenger door to the back of the car.
-4- "Mr Bateman, welcome to Corulag."
-Bateman- "Thank you, Four."
He sat inside, and slid to the other side of the car with the nimble movements of a 18 year old, now that nobody could see him that did not matter. Just as 4 was about to close the passangers door, he called out.
-Bateman- "Dont. You have more guests."
4 did as she was told, as every good slave would, and opened the door wider with confusion. Who else would come beside Bateman? Who else but...
She nearly threw herself on the ground, face down, on her knees when she saw her own face on the yellow twilek who stepped out of the Wayfarer. No, not her own face, the other twileks face. The face that was now hers, through surgery. THE MISTRESS!
Atia calmly walked over to the speeder and as she walked past her beloved number 4, she carassed the womans cheek with love and care, then sat inside the speeder beside Bateman. 4 would have been sitting beside the droid if this was only Bateman, but the Mistress was now here. She followed her owner into the car and closed the door, giving the droid its destination. The Safehouse.
Atia did not forget formalities, even if her slave could not kneel in this speeder, sitting across from her, she would have the greeting rituals. Rituals had meanings. She reached her left foot out to 4s face, and 4 obediently kissed it, upon the foot was put down again and Atia patted her slave on the cheek, as if she was a good dog. 4 could only watch her mistress with love and awe.
"I am sure you did not expect me, my dear slave. Dont you worry, I am here to commend you on your good work, to see what you have built. You have been a good servant my dear. Now... report."
With that, 4 started. Started from the very second she set foot on this planet...
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 25, 2014 3:40:34 GMT -8
"EEEK!" Emi-Lee screamed as she cowered, with Wobbler screeching murder and moving to cover the actress with the bulk of its body, as did General Nase Talsey. Several of Captain Yenara's crew raced over towards Emi-Lee, two of them flanking her while the General faced off with the Twi-Lek woman, who was clearly an assassin now. And it seemed that Emi-Lee was the target. To the general's credit, despite a serious injury, he was able to rise to his feet and knock the female Twi'Lek to the ground.
But who were those swoop bike thugs? And were they associated with the assassin? If so, there was more trouble afoot than just one person. The actress had a lot to consider however. The General had moved to protect her. Was she wrong about him? Maybe she was sensing something from his past? And he was a different man now? She pushed aside the thoughts as the general struggled with the assassin, and she was reaching for a vibroblade.
"Help him!" She pleaded, pointing towards the general. One of the bodyguards assigned to her by Captain Yenara leapt into action, stun baton in hand. Wobbler, to the droid's credit, had quite a nasty aim with its arc-welder. Discharging a powerful burst, the droid struck the assassin's hand with a bolt of electricity.
Everything had happened so fast, and the girl could scarcely believe that it was really happening. Swoop bikes throwing smoke grenades around, panic and chaos ensuing. Were they waving banners? People fleeing, the Prime Minister and his fellow leaders probably the first amongst them, and then the assassin locking eyes with her. It was quite a lot. She stayed crouched as another of the five men assigned to protect her replaced the other guard that went to help General Talsey, so she had two men flanking her, their eyes on the lookout for danger, with blasters in hand.
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Post by Nase Talsey on Jul 25, 2014 5:38:35 GMT -8
Talsey had begun to slip, the pain and the adrenaline blurred his vision. He blinked his eyes and tried to clear them, to gaze into the Twi-lek's eyes as he slowly squeezed her life away. But her yellow skin and lekkus faded away and in her place was the battle scarred and defiant face of a Zabrak Commander, a Republic officer who had refused surrender. In his minds eye, the explosions of the smoke grenades and whine of swoop engines were translated into artillery shells and the roar of star fighters in strafing runs. Lost in his memories, he had strangled the Republic officer to death just as he was strangling the assassin…
He didn't even register the events of reality taking place around him, the woman's screams, the R2 unit's electric shock that disarmed the assassin and the approach of her bodyguards.
"Sir. Sir! SIR!" Said one of her burly bodyguards who by now had grabbed the general's shoulders and shook him. Talsey blinked, the memories fading away. He took stock of the situation, quickly taking in the ring of bodyguards with stun batons and the faded skin color of the twi-lek. "Sir, you're going to kill her." Talsey slowly unclenched his hand from the woman's throat and she dropped to her knees asking, her eyes watering. Her relief was short lived as she was immediately tackled by Emi-Lee's security staff.
Talsey stumbled backwards and weakly called for a medic before his vision went dark and he fell to his knees and then face first onto the platform.
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Post by Emi-Lee Wareno on Jul 26, 2014 5:27:07 GMT -8
Emi-Lee let out a sharp gasp as she had drawn in on the Force, and reached out towards General Nase Talsey. It was a mistake. Her mind was awashed with his state. He was lost in a memory and an experience. A highly unpleasant one, at that. But she knew one thing for sure: He had killed before, and had no qualms about doing so again. This assassin was quickly losing any advantage she might have had, and now, being so overwhelmed, her death would have been guaranteed, had not Dether, Corli and Egrett not pulled the general off her. The three guards were fast, using basic wire restraints and holding her until Republic Security arrived to take charge of the situation. As cliché as it seemed, why were the proper authorities always so late to arrive? All the adrenaline and excitement, plus his serious injuries caught up with the general, and his last words were a call for a medic before passing out, falling to his knees. He didn't have as rough a collapse as he should have had, because Emi-Lee was right there to catch him, causing him to topple over her. Ard and Bors quickly but gently hefted the general off the actress, her white dress now drenched in slick red fluid. The girl blanched, having been trained for such events, but still, it was a lot for her to take in for a first-time experience in person. Though she didn't have the official title as a doctor, she had a fair amount of training and knowledge in the field of medicine and biology, and she knew, this much blood loss wasn't good for anybody. She leaned in close to the general and said in his ear, "Don't you dare die!""Emi-Lee!" A young male voice called, and the girl looked up to see Abbet racing up to her, carrying a large instrument case in one hand, "Are you all right? What happened? I just got here, and I felt..." "I'm all right, but the general, here, he's been hurt badly. He protected me.""Oh, wow." Abbet said. "Are there medics on the way?" "I don't know, and even if we call them now, it may be too late for him by then." Emi-Lee placed her hands right on the wound in his midsection. "He's losing too much blood. I need something to stop the bleeding first!""Here," Ard offered a small medikit to Emi-Lee, "I always carry it around." "It's just what I need!" Emi-Lee gratefully grabbed the kit and opened it, and took out gauze. "It was a blaster bolt at point-blank range. He's fortunate to have even survived such a wounding."The excitement and uproar was still going on around her, while Yenara's guards and Abbet were surrounding her and still holding the assassin captive. People were running around screaming, and she wasn't sure if those swoop bikers were still about, she couldn't hear them from all the noise and shouting. So Abbet knelt down next to her, "Maybe we should administer to him elsewhere? It's still kinda dangerous out here." "We can't move him yet! And he needs to be administered now!" Emi-Lee nearly screeched in Abbet's face while still applying disinfectant and the gauze to the man in front of her. Although most blaster wounds tend to burn, a point-blank impact can still cause a gaping wound from which blood can flow out, and once more the actress and singer was amazed at the man's durability. "How about now?" Abbet asked hopefully, flinching when a loud noise sounded above them. "Can we all get out now?" "Yes...I...I think so, but we need a stretcher to move him." She looked around, and then pointed at one of the smaller serving tables, "That table can be used like a stretcher! Ard, Bors, would you mind terribly if you could...""...we've got it, Miss Wareno." Ard said as he holstered his blaster, along with Bors, and the two burly men swiped off all the food from the table, and removed the cloth, they hefted the table over and placed it next to Nase Talsey's unconscious form. "Here, help me lift him." Emi-Lee placed her small hands around the man's waist gingerly, whilst Ard and Bors carried him by the arms and legs. Together, they all hefted the fairly imposing large man onto the table. "What now?" Abbet asked, "The hospital's a good distance..." "Bring him to my hotel suite." Emi-Lee said without hesitation. She already had something in mind, and she'd rather have privacy before doing this. The hospital quite likely would dismiss her attempts as a publicity stunt, taking into consideration her status as a celebrity rather than an actual field medic or the Force forbid, a Jedi. "Your...hotel...?" Abbet looked hesitant. Emi-Lee snatched the harp case from the young man, "My hotel, now." She demanded. "O...kay then. Your hotel it is." Under his breath, just out of earshot, he muttered, "I sure hope she knows what she's doing..." "Will you be all right here until the authorities arrive?" Emi-Lee asked Dether, Corli and Egrett, the other three bodyguards assigned to her, and they nodded an affirmative. "We'll keep this one 'ere under watch, ma'am. No worries. No sirree." Dether said with his Coruscanti Underworld slang and accent. Emi-Lee smiled and nodded, "Just be careful. Tell the others I'll be at my hotel, but I'm not to be disturbed.""Yes ma'am!" "And you can call me Emi-Lee.""Yes ma'am!" They found a speeder large enough for all of them, as well as having space to support the general without too much jostling. Amid the chaos, nobody paid them any mind. None that she could see or sense anyhow. But then, her training being rather limited, and seldom thrust into such situations, Emi-Lee had no idea what to look out for. Her senses told her danger was everywhere, and she could bloody well see that with her own eyes. The drive was fairly uneventful, other than the sight of emergency response vehicles on the opposite air lanes dashing by, breaking every speed record imaginable. "How're we going to get him inside without raising questions?" Abbet asked, eyeing the now-red gauze covering the man's torso. "And he's in Imperial uniform. Don't know much about the politics round here, but I'm betting he might not be too popular." "We don't know anything..." Emi-Lee said, "But leave it to me. You lot take him to my suite, I'll speak with the reception. But just to be safe..."Emi-Lee peeled off her white cloak and draped it over the Imperial. Unfortunately, because the cloak was tailored to fit her, and she was a good two heads shorter than the man, it exposed a great deal of the man's legs. Sighing in frustration, Emi-Lee said "Well, just let me talk to the receptionists.""I'll come along." Abbet said. "That's hardly necessary, Abe. I'll be fine...better in fact, on my own."Abbet didn't say anything to that, but when they reached her hotel and exited the vehicle, Ard and Bors helpfully lifted the table with Nase Talsey on it and entered the hotel, while Emi-Lee found to her annoyance that Abbet was following her. She looked crossly at him, and tilted her nose to the air, and marched ahead, without saying another word. When she entered, the sight of the Imperial's boots sticking out from under her white cloak, and the two men were obviously not carying a table full of delectable treats up into the elevator. Emi-Lee made her way towards the receptionists. There were only two of them, to her relief. She put on her best smile. "Uh...Miss Wareno, correct?" The Nautolan female attendant asked. "That would be me, yes." She said as Abbet reached the counter, and stood to the side and behind her a little. She shifted consciously, feeling like he was watching her. "Who were those people lifting that Imperial officer? And where are they going?" Emi-Lee surrendered herself into the Force, calling up with all her concentration and strength the will to impose her own control over the minds of the three individuals concentrating on her, being the two receptionists and Abbet. It was why she didn't want more people around. The less, the better. As it was, she wasn't entirely sure she could manage this trick on even one person, let alone three. But she could feel her strength waning physically as she manipulated the mystical energy around her, and waved her hand in a mysterious manner, "You saw no one but me.""W-we...saw no one, but you." The Nautolan said in a dazed manner, and the other attendant nodded mutely. She didn't notice Abbet shaking his head violently, but he kept quiet. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm rather tired. I'd like to take a moment to rest my eyes. Goodbye." She smiled sweetly at them and headed for the elevator, followed by Abbet. Still slightly miffed, the girl didn't say a word to the young man, and it was a somewhat awkward ride up to the floor where her suite was located. She entered, to find Ard and Bors patiently standing by the table, with the general still lying on it. "Please put him on the bed." Emi-Lee requested, and the two men obediently hefted the man, lowering him as gently as possible to the soft bed. "Thank you." She said as she took out her electric harp from its case. "You may return to your rooms. I'd like to be alone with him.""Are you sure?" Abbet asked, "I missed most of everything, but I saw him strangling that Twi'Lek..." "Please leave." Emi-Lee looked squarely at Abbet, her tone shifting to slightly less soft or obliging. She brooked no argument at this point. "We're just two doors down the hall, Miss Wareno." Ard said. "Holler if you need anything." "Thank you." She said. Once the three men left, she settled down into the chair next to the bed, looking worriedly at Nase Talsey's form. She'd done this before with ailments and small injuries, but never one so lethal as the wound that the Imperial now had. She'd just begun plucking lightly on the strings of her harp, starting a tune, when Edworth Winningham burst into the room. "Miss Wareno I heard about the ruckus in the starport did anything happen to y...oh my!" He exclaimed, placing a hand over his mouth, which was agape, "Who's that? And why is he bleeding all over your bed?" "Ed, he saved my life." Emi-Lee explained, "Now, I'm trying to return the favor. But I'd like to be left alone for a short while.""Oh dear!" Edworth exclaimed, "Oh this won't do at all! The holovids and reporters are already here, what would they say, and then..." "Ed!" The girl smiled slightly, "That's why we have personal security, and you. I trust you to protect me from all that. But I'm sorry, I have to ask you to do that outside of this room.""Of course, Miss Wareno, of course!" Ed nodded excitedly, "I'll take care of it, I will! Just you see!" He left the room, closing the door behind him, and the girl turned her attentions back to the general. "Please don't die..."She closed her eyes, and began to pluck on the strings of the electric harp, playing a melodious tune, and she began to sing. Her voice was soft, yet strong, and carried a sweet and firm tune through the air. Even as she did, she willed herself to channel energy from the Force through her music and song, and though her eyes were closed, she could feel herself reaching out to the general, and a soft light engulfed the man's body as the Force worked over his wounds, and began sealing them. New flesh began to grow over at an accelerated pace, like a wound going in reverse. The bleeding had long since stopped, but now it was like a new strength was beginning to fill the man. ? An Crìosd a-mhàin tha m' uile dhùil Mo sholas mòr, mo neart, 's mo dhàn. A' chlach-oisinn 's mo bhunait ùr Seasmhach tro thart 's gach gailleann ghrànd'. Nach àrd an gràdh, nach domhainn sìth, A stadas geilt, 's a sguireas strì? Mo Chofhurtair - m' uile 's gach nì - Seo, ann an gràdh Chrìosd, seasaidh mì.
An Crìosd a-mhàin - a ghabh air feòil - Bha lànachd Dhè 's an Leanabh lag! Na ghibht de ghràdh, Aon Fhìor nan Neòil, Ach dhiùltadh E lèine bha rag. Gus air a' chrann nuair bhàsaich Ios' Shàsaicheadh corraich cheart ar Dia; Oir chuireadh Air am peacadh fhìor - 'S cheannaicheadh mi le bàs Chrìosda. ?As she finished her song, there was almost hardly evidence of injury under the gauze, and Emi-Lee felt beyond exhausted. Barely able to hold on to her harp, she lowered it to the floor gently, and passed out in her seat.
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